146 – EP.7 Dance Competition-7

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“…Inho.”

As In-ho blew clear flames from his hand, Namgung So-yu involuntarily swallowed his breath.

He was a disciple who couldn’t even light a small fire on the way from Sichuan to Anhui.

I thought in my heart that he would never be able to awaken the utterance.

At first, Inho, who couldn’t even do that simple thing, looked incompetent.

Also, he felt resentful that his face as a teacher was being cut.

Ignoring her resentment, In-ho continued to practice his speech all the way to Anhui.

Whether he was exhausted from the sparring with her guidance, or he couldn’t find time to practice because he was soaked in a sudden shower, he continued to practice.

Is it because he reflected himself in his persistent appearance?

When they almost arrived in Anhui, Soyou Namgung looked at In-ho and changed a little.

From questioning to cheering.

Even if he can’t spark forever, I will continue to support him on his way.

I would have thought so.

That was until In-ho punched Cheong-yeon in the face.

When the ice created by Cheongyeon grabbed his body, Namgoong Soyou had a premonition of the end.

And he was thinking of something to say to his disciple who was struggling in his own way.

– Well done for you.

I was definitely thinking about that.

As Cheongyeon’s head beat Inho’s body, Soyou unknowingly clenched his fist.

When Cheongyeon’s attack shook Inho’s body once again, Soyou chewed his lips hard.

The thought, ‘Who do you dare lay your hand on?’ dominated my whole body.

Perhaps feeling the ferocious energy gnawing at her body, Yeomjin, her teacher, covered her mouth with a fan and whispered to Soyou Namgung.

“Get your emotions in order.”

If it hadn’t been for the teacher’s words, she might have jumped out of the VIP seat and ran straight to Cheongyeon.

With Yeomjin’s advice, the only thing Soyou could do after coming to his senses was to watch the game nervously.

The ice prison created by Cheongyeon was up to Inho’s waist before he knew it.

I see her talking to In-ho, and In-ho replies something to Cheong-yeon.

I don’t know what it was about because it was far away, but judging from Cheongyeon’s behavior afterwards, it seemed that it didn’t end well.

When Cheongyeon’s hand fell back, Binggum, sitting slightly behind him, muttered.

“It’s over.”

ok, it’s over Soyou thought so too.

“uh?”

Binggum’s cold voice was filled with absurdity.

It was because In-ho broke the ice and cut off Cheong-yeon’s hand.

And the clean attack that followed.

After breaking the ice curtain created by Cheongyeon, Inho’s attack landed on her face.

Cheongyeon going backwards.

I put my hand on the ground to distance myself from Inho.

Cheongyeon also has the same face as herself.

perplexity.

Cheongyeon is also looking at the same place as herself.

flaming fist.

“Salt dust.”

Binggeom called Yeomjin to the innocent flame that rose from Inho’s hand.

“Why are you doing that? Binggum.”

“Surely, didn’t you say seed?”

“It did.”

“So, what is that flame?”

What was in his hand was, without a doubt, a flame created by a dye wheel.

It wasn’t an ice sword that didn’t know this.

charrr

Yeomjin covered his mouth as he opened the folded fan again.

Her eyes, visible from the top of the fan, drew a thin arc.

“Well… it could be that Soyou learned it himself by watching him practice, right?”

At Yeomjin’s smirk, Binggum’s eyes cooled.

“Ah, it was something like that. It was something like that.”

Understanding Yeomjin’s words, Binggum nodded slowly.

“A dynamite who does not choose any means.”

Binggum frowned and said.

“This is why I hate you. Yeomjin.”

Binggum muttered with all the feelings of disgust, and Yeomjin just shrugged.

“Thank you for the compliment.”

Binggum shifted his gaze from Yeomjin back to the arena and crossed his legs.

As if reflecting his displeasure, his mouth crookedly raised.

“It was a surprise attack, but it seems like it only touched Cheongyeon’s planting.”

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“Since I trained in flame wheel… Is it natural to create sparks? I was careless.”

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Despite allowing the attack, Cheongyeon did not lose her composure.

“Surprisingly, it’s because the body didn’t spark until this morning.”

Inho told the truth.

“Anyway, that’s great. I’m surprised.”

Cheongyeon looked at Inho up and down and nodded her head slightly as if acknowledging him.

“So. Can we really do it now?”

Cheongyeon took a step and hardened her expression.

Inho felt the surroundings rapidly grow cold.

Ice spreads from Cheongyeon’s foot.

Her ice, which begins to spread across the floor, quickly engulfs the entire arena.

“Oops!”

In-ho hurriedly backed away, but the ice was faster than he was backing up.

Hard ice bound his feet like shackles.

I tried to twist my foot out like before, but my leg wouldn’t budge.

“Wow, this doesn’t fall out.”

Inho looked at my feet with a dejected smile.

In the meantime, Cheongyeon slipped closer to Inho.

About seven paces away, Cheongyeon stops in front of Inho.

“How did Soyou introduce you to Ice Wheel?”

“Martial arts that fight with the cold on their weapons…”

Seeing the exact opposite of what they were talking about in the garden, In-ho stuttered and said, stunned.

“Well….”

Cheong-yeon frowned slightly, probably not liking In-ho’s answer.

“That’s not the correct answer.”

Cheongyeon puts her hand forward.

“The Ice Wheel Gong doesn’t need a weapon.”

Ice grains floating in the air gather in her hands.

As if sucking up dust with a vacuum cleaner, the grains gather and form in the blink of an eye.

Something in the shape of a plausible wooden sword popped out of Cheongyeon’s hand.

“Sibeol, it’s an ice ball scam.”

Seeing this, In-ho murmured softly, and Cheong-yeon grabbed the sword made of ice with both hands and raised it high.

“It will be very cold.”

Cheongyeon lowered her sword into the air, and a huge snowstorm hit Inho from the spot where he drew it.

When the snowstorm stopped, In-ho with a pale face appeared, standing and fainting.

“In-ho!!!”

Soyou called out his disciple’s name, but Inho couldn’t answer the call.

“Su, the winner! The blue ball of the ice wheel!”

The referee’s voice echoed through the arena, followed by cheers from the audience.

“……”

Cheongyeon’s slow gaze turned to the VIP seat.

“…….”

Soyou thought that Cheongyeon’s eyes looking at him seemed to be saying this.

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